You know how sometimes we get little signs from the Universe? Subtle hints along our path?
Well, so much of what is happening around me these days is completely the opposite. I’m being pelted with strong signs that need no clarification. They are boisterous and obvious, surefooted, smack in the middle of my forehead.
It’s like there’s a big message in sky writing as I look up over the Hudson River. Here’s what it’s blaring:
Sell your book, Nancy. Sell it! Sell it! Sell it!
Over and out.